Shantania/Supports/LyniaRowan

"That is precisely the problem!" Rowan shouts without provocation. "Your thinking is narrow, your scope is too focused!" He taps his walking stick on the ground with considerable force.

Lynia flinches slightly. "You haven't explained what I'm supposed to be focusing on."

"The Creator's message, his *purpose*, the reason this Planet exists!" His voice lowers to a growl. "Each night it comes to me, as if I myself were in his presence. It is clear and unchanging. Experiment name! To be determined. Experiment purpose! Creation without Matter!"

"You believe the world to be an experiment?"

"I do not merely believe!" screams Rowan, with the zeal of a hundred monks. "I know it to be so!" The rest of the dinner group does their best to ignore him.

"But... there are stars, and spirits, and gods... yet none of them created the world? Surely not a man as mortal as us, and clearly not without a plan."

"Have you not been listening? There can be no more correct explanation, the Gods Themselves can only have been creations of this... Creator!" He takes one more look at Lynia and scoffs. "I see not, how the progeny of the Great Usurper could be so unaware..."

Lynia, not appreciating where the conversation has gone, excuses herself for now.